Looking back on it now, Zendarri almost laughed in anger. So these were their so-called allies, their so-called partners. This was the Kirin Tor's ugly face. Robbery was robbery, yet they still dressed it up as a "democratic" vote. It was truly sickening.
Aethas, a fellow member of the Council of Six, had agreed, so Zendarri had no choice but to agree as well. He gritted his teeth and gave in. As the situation deteriorated, the Ranger Forces' casualties soared. Only a sudden downpour from the sky had resolved the crisis: the miraculous rain washed away the nightmare minions, awakened everyone who had fallen asleep, and healed everyone as well. Otherwise, the Ranger Forces under Zendarri's command would have suffered a devastating blow from which they would never recover.
Initially, Zendarri had accepted Patrick's orders and come to Dalaran in his capacity as a commander in the Orcs War to investigate the true purpose of Aethas and the others. Zendarri had always done well in Dalaran. As a descendant of the Windrunner family, his professional abilities were beyond question. Soon after arriving, he had gathered a large number of Rangers under his command. He had also established a Ranger training system for Dalaran, forming a standing Ranger army with High Elves at its core.
But the longer he lived here, the more he felt that the seemingly harmonious Floating City was not so simple beneath the surface. Although the populace respected and loved the High Elves, the Kirin Tor leadership in their lofty seats treated them with utter disdain. Zendarri himself felt as though they looked at him as a useful object.
"The nightmare crisis is over, and aren't your troops unharmed? As a member of the Council of Six, I must answer for every citizen of Dalaran." Aethas spoke